Itch

This itch Hurts, Suffocates, Bleeds. This itch I’ll scratch Till I reveal What’s hidden Underneath. All your Excuses; All your Pretences, I’ll scratch, Scratch, Scratch, Till nought remains Of your conjectures And your lofty disdain. What are you? Only a scab I want rid of. A reminder of A deleterious past; A fetid pus Born…

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Heart Shaped Box: Abusive Relationships

This place, The walls, Pitch dark, Cold light. In vain I wail, Flail. My screams With the murky Silence collide. Your walls I’ve smeared With broken nails, Bloody scrawls, Tears, By the pail, Hurt of an age, Oozing wounds, Regret laced Entrails. Tombstones Litter here, A Graveyard this. Broken memories, Broken promises. Wrecked faith, Trampled…

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The Other Highย 

It’s another kind of high, When you turn a blind eye, To that which once chained you, Had you begging for just a touch, just a hint; Had you loitering about like a lout, Fighting for it in seedy streets, Shaking hands with shady peeps, All for a miniscule pinch. === It’s another kind of…

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You!

You there… Yes, you! You, the one stalking that girl, You, the one panting over her, You, the one judging her, By the length of her hem, By the dip of her blouse.   You, the one mauling her, Like a piece of furniture, For the gifts she didn’t bring, For the gold she didn’t…

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